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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.