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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.