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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.