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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.