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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.