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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.