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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
UT,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.