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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.