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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Echospace,
Can,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.