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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.