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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.