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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.