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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.