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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.