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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.