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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Lyres,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.