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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.