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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.