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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.