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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.