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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.