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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Pole,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.