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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.