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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.