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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.