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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.