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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.