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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.