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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.