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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.