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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.