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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.