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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.