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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.