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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.