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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.