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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.