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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.