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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.