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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.