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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.