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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.