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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.