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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.