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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.