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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.