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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.