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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.