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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.