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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Smog,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.