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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.