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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.