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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.