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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.