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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.