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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.