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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.