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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
UT,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.