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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.