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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.