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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.