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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.