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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Can,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.