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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.