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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.