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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
PIL,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Rakim,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.