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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.