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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.