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 Oman 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.