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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.