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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.