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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Gong,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.