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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.