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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.