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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
The Monks,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.