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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.