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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pylon,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.