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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.