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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 an oboe and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.