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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.