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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.