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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.