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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.