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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.