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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.