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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.