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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.