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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.