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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.