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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.