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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.