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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.