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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.