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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Todd Rundgren 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.