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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.