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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.