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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Ossler,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.