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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.