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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.