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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Lalann,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.