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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.