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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.