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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 10cc to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.