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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.