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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.