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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Accadde A 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.