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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Can,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.