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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.