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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.