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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.