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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.