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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.