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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.