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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.