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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.