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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.