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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
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.