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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.