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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Skaos,
MDC,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.