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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.