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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.