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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.