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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Oneida,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.