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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.