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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Swans to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.