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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Index,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.