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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.