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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.