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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.