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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.