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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.