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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.