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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.