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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.