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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 World's Most 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.