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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.