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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.