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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.