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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.