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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.