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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.