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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.