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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.