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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.