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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.