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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Scientists,
New Order,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.