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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
10cc,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
MDC,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.