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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.