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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.