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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.