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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.