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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
UT,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.