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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.