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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.