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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.