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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.