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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.