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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.