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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Can,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
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.