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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Jandek,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.