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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Can,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.