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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.