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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.