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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.