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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.