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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.