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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.