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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
ABC,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
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.