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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.