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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.