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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.