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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.