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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.