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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.