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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.