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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.