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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
cv313,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.