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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.