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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 The Barracudas 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.