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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Aswad,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.