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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.