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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.