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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.