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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Technova,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.