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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.