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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.