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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.