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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.