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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.