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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.