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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
PIL,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.