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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.