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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.