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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.