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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.