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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.