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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.