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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.