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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.