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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.