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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.