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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.