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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.