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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.