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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Monks,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.