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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.