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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 The Toasters 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.