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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.