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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.