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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.