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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Mars,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.