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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.