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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.