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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Busters,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.