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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.