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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.