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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.