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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.