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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.