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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.