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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.