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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.