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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.