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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.