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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.