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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.