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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.