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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.