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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.