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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.