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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Smog,
Pole,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.