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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.