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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.