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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.