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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.