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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.