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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Scientists,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.