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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.