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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.