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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.