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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.