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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.