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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Index,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.