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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Victims,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.