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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.