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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.