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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.