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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.