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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
cv313,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.