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 India and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.