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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Move,
AZ,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
cv313,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.