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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.