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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.