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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.