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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Smog,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.