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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.