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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.