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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.