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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.