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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.