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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.