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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.