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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Television,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.