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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.