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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.