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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.