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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.