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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.