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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.