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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.