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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Faust,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.