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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.