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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Shoche,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.