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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.