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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.