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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.