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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.