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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.