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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.