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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.