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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.