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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.