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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.