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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.