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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.