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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
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Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.