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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.