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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.