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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.