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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.