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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.