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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
JFA,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.