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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.