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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.