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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.