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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.