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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.