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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.