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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 Motorama to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.