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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Magma,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.