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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.