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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Technova,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.