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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.