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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.