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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.