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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.