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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.