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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.