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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.