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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.