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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.