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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.