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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.