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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.