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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
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.