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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Chrome,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.