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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.