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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Brick to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.