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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.