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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.