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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.