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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
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.