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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.