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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.