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 China 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.