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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.