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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.