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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.