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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Can,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.