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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.