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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Visage,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.