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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Wings,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.