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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.