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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.