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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.