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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.