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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.