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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.