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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.