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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
ABBA,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.