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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
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The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
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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.