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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.