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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
MC5,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Wake,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.