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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.