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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
ABC,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.