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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.