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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.