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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.