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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.