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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.