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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Scion,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.