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 Belize 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Japan,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.