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 Panama 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.