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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.