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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.