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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.