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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.