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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.