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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.