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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.