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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.