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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.