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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.