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 Qatar 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.