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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.