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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.