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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.