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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.