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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
MC5,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.