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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.