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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Move,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.