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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Fear,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.