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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Faust,
cv313,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.