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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Fear,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.