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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Interpol,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.