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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.