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 Spain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.