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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Q65,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.