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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.