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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.