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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Interpol 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.