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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.