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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Residents,
X-101,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.