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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.