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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.