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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Liliput,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.