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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Little Man,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.