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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.