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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.