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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.