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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.