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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Franke,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.