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 India and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
PIL,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.