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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.