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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.