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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.