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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.