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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.