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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.