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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.