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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.