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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Nas,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.