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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.