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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.