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 France 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Can,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.