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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.