Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.