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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.