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 Thailand 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Archie Shepp 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.