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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.