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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.