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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.