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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.