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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.