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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.