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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.