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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.