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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.