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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.