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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.