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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.