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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.