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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Neu!,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.