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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.