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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.