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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.