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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.