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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Magma,
Brick,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.