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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.