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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.