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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.