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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.