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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Move,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.