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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.