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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.