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 Congo 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.