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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.