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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.