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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.