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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The Doors,
Index,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.