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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Thompson Twins 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
MDC,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.