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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Move,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.