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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.