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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.