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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.