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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.