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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 ABC to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.