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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.