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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.