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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.