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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
X-102,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.