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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.