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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.