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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.