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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.