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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.