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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.