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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.