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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.