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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.