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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.