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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.