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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.