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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.