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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Gong,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.