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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
CMW,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Q65,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.