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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.