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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.