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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Neu!,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.