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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.