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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.