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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.