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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.