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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.