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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
AZ,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.