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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.