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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.