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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.