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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.