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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.