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 Norway and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.