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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.