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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Remains,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.