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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.