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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.