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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.