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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.