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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.