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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.