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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.