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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.