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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.