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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.