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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Can,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.