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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.