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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.