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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.