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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.