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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.