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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
DNA,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.