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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.