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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Can,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.