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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.