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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.