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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Visage,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.