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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.