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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.