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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
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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.