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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.