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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.