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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.