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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.